From one sense
of time to another; their superimposition, juxtaposition, interaction. But
whatever is a “sense” of time? Can
time-in-itself be characterised in different ways? Not merely as time that seems
to pass swiftly as opposed to slowly; but what about (for example) the density
of time, the potency of time.........?

It might equally be argued that the only attribute defining the nature of time
is its consistency(at least from
the perspective of everyday life; the cosmic traveller, invoking Einstein, might
disagree of course), the only variable is how we fill it, how we use it; and
that alone effects our sense, our interpretation of time, which in itself
remains invariably neutral. But this leaves us with the problem of what
“unused time” might be like, time that is not even used for breathing nor
for thought, not even to perceive the passage of time itself.

If we can’t
quite get our heads around that one: such a brutal distinction between time and
our experience of it (ourselves within it), then perhaps the idea of sensing
different realities within the concept of time is not so absurd; and those
celebrated Blake lines about “holding infinity in a the palm of your hand, and
eternity in an hour” hint at something more profound than their frequent and
often indiscriminate quotation suggests.

For one person
at least time ceased to exist on the very day that I completed this little
piece: my mother died within the same hour, and it is to her memory that I
dedicate it.